Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Fireblossom Friday: “That’s The Ticket”Write me a NEW poem which includes some kind of a ticket.

They are looking for him. Slim, trimmed red beard, 5’10”, blue baseball hat. Last seen wearing a black windbreaker and sneakers. Dark jeans. Seems he held up a jewelry store. Sure, he had a gun– was it real?

He jumps onto commuter train, brain on overload. Stands near doors. Keeps an open newspaper close to his face. Thinks of disgrace his family will feel when they find out. Impulse move. Prove yourself a man. Family in need. Toy gun trembles in his hands.

Crumples cap, stuffs it in jacket. Make a dash for men’s room, ditch gun, shave beard. Is the coast clear? Wait. Uniform coming down the aisle. Not a cop. As uniform draws near, he hears, . . . “Tickets, please.”

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.